There is a hold over from Bob’s baby days where on occasion he will still request/demand (tomato/tomahto) to have his vegetables “airplaned” into his mouth with daddy’s assistance. I am all for anything that gets the brussel sprouts in.
(6:45 PM. Dinner time.)
BOBInto the airport!
JEFF(Flying a spoonful of peas towards Bob’s open mouth.)
Alpha bravo foxtrot six five two niner. Bob Airport Tower, please reply.
BOBInto the airport! In! In!
We are encountering some turbulence. Are we cleared for landing at Bob Airport?
In now! Touch down airplane!
(The pea loaded spoon “lands” in Bob’s mouth. Bob chews. Stops abruptly.)
JEFFEverything alright, Buddy?
BOBThe airport burped.